Maybe there's a reason // open+return // to believe you'll be okay

[div style="max-width: 600px; text-align: justify; font-family: arial; font-size: 9pt;"]wow. refraining from verbal greetings when handling strangers on the border is one thing, but in a domestic setting? melantha furrows her brow in annoyance. she did not miss the brief moment of eye-contact and the complete lack of anything that even resembled a greeting. "'hey mel,'" she mutters under her breath, dropping the pitch of her voice to mimic killua's monotone. "oh, hi, candy boy, good to see you." clearly the cougar is mocking killua, passive-aggressively pointing out the fact that he more or less ignored her. almost-friends don't do that. or maybe they do. melantha is not entirely sure what their relationship is, but some part of her wishes that he made an effort to acknowledge her. perhaps its the loneliness of her separation from home that's beginning to slip through the cracks of her emotionless mask. the girl craves any ounce of companionship that she can get, even if it's just people recognizing she's alive and in their presence. as much as she used to complain about never being able to get a moment of peace in her household, melantha certainly misses the hustle and bustle of her home life. she misses the arguments between her and alison, competing with dearlea for quality father-daughter time, and constantly having to rescue corbett from the world. and most of all she misses stella. her sweetest, most loving sister. they were inseparable. at least, they were inseparable until the universe tore them apart.